The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Two

DOMONIC

Gabriel’s eyes are locked on my blade as I begin to cut unceremoniously into his wrist. “Jesus! Fuck!” He screams. “That thing will never make the cut properly!”

“I can always use my teeth again, I promise, flashing my fangs. “Relax, ahe. Cadence will be bringing a scalpel. I’m only cutting into you for my own selfish pleasure. I like it when you scream.” I say coldly.”

“I don’t Paul,” snaps. “He’s worse than a female birthing a pup. Silence him! Once and for all.”

James chuckles, tossing Gabriel’s severed hand in the air over and over as if it’s a baseball. The skin on this thing is turning gray. Better hurry Gabe. Tell my Alpha what he wants to know, before we have to bury the hand without its master.”

“Fine! But please stop with the slicing, Gabriel pants, his eyes wilding when 1 drag the serrated edge along his newly formed flesh. “Arizonal They went to Arizona. Near the Grand Canyon! We have a compound there that’s built into the mountain. It’s where we’ve been keeping the females.”

“Keeping the females?” I hiss, my mind winding back to the conversation I had with Alpha Michael, earlier in the day.

Our females went missing.”

You have the Timber Wolf females, don’t you?”

Gabriel nods, his eyes falling closed as I place the blade on the table and take a seat across from him. “We do. They all were born of shifter blood. In theory, each of them potentially has the physical capacity to be marked and mated.”

the fuck are the three of you trying

you

free flying punch into

it back then and all he did at the time was release the females and forbid Gabriel from leaving pack grounds for the month. I knew this fucker had the potential for sadism. It’s in the dark of his eyes. In the

phantom pain in his wrist. “Only the ones that are strong enough to receive an Alpha’s venom will

a shifter can survive an Alpha’s venom.” My eyes light with angry fire as 1 realize he is trying to twist the beauty of the mate bond into Something that will only serve the males of a pack. “Draven’s not of shifter blood. Why in fuck would

need to have shifter blood in her veins anymore, Domonic. She’s had your venom. She’s carrying your child. She has your blood pumping in her veins right at this moment. She’s literally carrying the

fuck are

of your baby, I can create a

Giving our species the ability to reproduce as we see

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Chapter One Hundred–Two

my gut. “And how the fuck do you plan to access my

you think, Alpha Domonic?” He spits and the grin he gives me is beyond psychotic. “You had better call your daddy and tell him to hurry up with that medic if you want

DRAVEN

river. I’m hot, feverish, and I can’t open my eyes. The blackness of my eyelids is all that I can see and try as I might, I cannot get them to open. My lips are split, parched. My tongue is like a useless hit of sandpaper taking up the space In my mouth. I can hear my breathing – it’s ragged and thick. Like a seventy year old career smoker on her deathbed, clamoring for the

rusted copper of its surface tingles my nose making me want to retch. I can feel the tremors of earth beneath the scrape of wheels in desperate need of a good olling and I want to roll over onto the ground, but I can’t. Because I don’t

the marshlands of my mind with muddy feet. As if I’m in a swamp, searching for answers of who I am and what I’m doing here. How did I get here? What is my name? But that’s silly, because I know my name… don’t I? At least, I think I do. It’s just there, on the tip

my

edge of

this is, fog. My mind is clouded and I need a full breath of

to take one.